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Sir Terence, pleased with his commission, immediately went to Mordicai. "Well, Sir Terence," said Mordicai, "I hope you are come to pay me my hundred guineas; for Miss Broadhurst is married!" "Well, Mister Mordicai, what then? The ides of March are come, but not gone!
Mordicai, coming close beside his foreman, and speaking very low, but with a voice trembling with anger, for he was piqued by his foreman's doubts of his capacity to cope with Sir Terence O'Fay; 'I'll tell you what, Smithfield, I'll be cursed, if I don't get every inch of them into my power. You know how?
Sir Terence, in a tone of jocose, wheedling expostulation, entreated him to have the carriage finished OUT OF HAND. 'Ah, now! Mordy, my precious! let us have it by the birthday, and come and dine with us o' Monday, at the Hibernian Hotel there's a rare one will you? Mordicai accepted the invitation, and promised faithfully that the SUICIDE should be finished by the birthday.
Berryl's sisters, in an agony of grief, rushed into the room. 'It's all useless, cried Mordicai, turning his back upon the ladies; 'these tricks upon creditors won't do with me; I'm used to these scenes; I'm not made of such stuff as you think. Leave a gentleman in peace in his last moments.
Had Mr. Berryl bargained with me, I should have told him that he should have looked to these things before his carriage went out of our yard." The indignation of Lord Colambre kindled at these words but in vain: to all that indignation could by word or look urge against Mordicai, he replied, "May be so, sir: the law is open to your friend the law is open to all men, who can pay for it."
To compromise, and split the difference, Mordicai thought were favourite phrases, and approved Hibernian modes of doing business, which would conciliate this young Irish nobleman, and dissipate the proud tempest, which had gathered, and now swelled in his breast. "No, sir, no!" cried Lord Colambre, holding firm the paper: "I want no favour from you.
'Ah! that's the devil, that Mordicai, said Lord Clonbrony; 'that's the only man an earth I dread. 'Why, he is only a coachmaker, is not he! said Lady Clonbrony: 'I can't think how you can talk, my lord, of dreading such a low man.
The sudden illness of Sir John Berryl spread an alarm among his creditors, which brought to light at once the disorder of his affairs, of which his son had no knowledge or suspicion. Lady Berryl had been a very expensive woman, especially in equipages; and Mordicai, the coachmaker, appeared at this time the foremost and the most inexorable of their creditors.
"Now tell me, my tight fellow," continued Sir Terence, holding Mordicai fast, "when, in the name of all the saints, good or bad, in the calendar, do you reckon to let us sport the suicide?" "Will you be so good, sir, to finish making out this estimate for me?" interrupted Lord Colambre.
'Give me leave, my lord, said Mordicai. 'I beg your pardon, my lord, perhaps we can compromise that business for your friend Mr. 'No, sir, no! cried Lord Colambre, holding firm the paper. 'I want no favour from you. I will accept of none for my friend or for myself. 'Favour! No, my lord, I should not presume to offer But I should wish, if you'll allow me, to do your friend justice.
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